Words are flying around my head
None will take root and find meaning
Feelings are sent tumbling
To a place without words
There are no pictures either
Just half-words and muddled phrases
Thrown up from deep recesses
Gushing into my mind
I can grasp neither heads nor tail
Whizz banging articulations fade
Before I can make their form
Replaced by a thousand more
Noise, of mouth moving and resonant sounds
None which say what is at my core
Words, my language of connection
Blunted by this sensory confusion
Only silence
The blackness of the void
The breath in and out
Stay, and sit beside me
They watch the words. Tight-lipped.
And let them go.
Writing and M.E. 